The Chancellor's Gala was a predictable bore until the caterer's son spilled vintage champagne on my gown. The shock on his face was almost as exquisite as the wet silk clinging to my thighs. I had him dismissed, of course—public humiliation is such a potent little aphrodisiac.

I spent the rest of the evening in the penthouse, replaying the moment. The cold liquid soaking through to my skin, the way his eyes widened with terror... it made my cunt ache. I fucked myself with three fingers right there on the balcony, thinking of that powerless boy and the dozens of other ants scurrying below who exist only for my amusement. Their fear, their desperation, their submission—it’s the only thing that truly warms me in this pathetic human world.

Tomorrow, I believe I’ll summon him for a private... reprimand. I wonder how long he’ll last before he’s begging to clean my heels with his tongue.

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